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Autopsy Assistant. It was only the pathologist and myself. While he took the samples of the organs he wanted, I had to extract the brain. Once he was finished, I had to collect everything up, bag it, place it into the abdominal cavity, fill in the chest & head cavities with gauze, sew everything back up, wash all the blood off the body, and then put it back into a body bag. We had nicknames for different types of deaths.

Worked security at a hospital, and was responsible for signing corpses over to the funeral homes. One week, there was a car wreck in a nearby small town- a pickup truck flipped and rolled with five or six teenagers in the back. I spent the whole night rolling them out of the freezer and passing them off to various funeral homes.

Way back in the day, developing photo film in the shop's backstore lab.
The coroner pictures were always... something.
At least the hawking boss would GTFO though, silver linings.
Then again that's not as bad as being actually there and scooping various stuff.

Not mine, but a friend of my dad's would talk about the time he was an "asshole bagger". He worked in a slaughterhouse, and his job was to cut a circle around the anus and pull up all the bits that might have poop in them and bag them up. He lasted a day.

In my industrial mechanic apprenticeship I had a stay in the maintenance department. In the time had to clean out a several hundred liter tank of spoiled cooling lubricant of a CNC machine. If not maintained properly it becomes a breeding ground for bacteria and fungi and it almost made me puke the first time I broke the surface of the waste at the bottom of the tank after pumping the fluids out. It didn't get much better when I had to shovel out the rest of it.

I will never work in maintenance again.

(Edit because I tried something short because I wasn't able to comment here last time I tried)

Not super grim, but I worked in a hot warehouse unpacking cheap clothing from China, repacking it and watching the owners turn around and sell it on Groupon for a huge profit. Sometimes their family members would stop by in brand new Mercedes, BMW and other high-end luxury cars.

The others and myself were all promised better jobs like product photographer, website designer, etc. I only lasted there one week.

I had a gig as a tattoo artist at a comic con. Tattoos are not my thing and didn't seek it as a true job, but I know other people still consider it a pastime, realized I wasn't bad at it, and was able to meet up with people who said they'd put me in the position, plus I had to get some service done. At least fifty people from the area have gone public with how nice things played out with this unbecoming Maylu-Sakurai-cosplaying woman (probably the only time I'll do that cosplay) fulfilling their requests.

I used to work at an animal shelter, and handling an entire litter of dead and dying kittens is what turned me vegetarian

Kitten placentas look a lot like meat. Kittens are made of meat. Making that connection made me finally empathize with the pigs and cows and chickens I'd been eating all my life. They're no different to these kittens, who I'm sobbing over, so why would I be okay with eating them?

What is a denor? A quick google didn’t bring anything up